A knock sounds at my door, and Edie steps in. She’s holding a granola bar and a bottle of water.
“You look terrible.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She tosses the granola bar onto my desk. “Eat that before you start levitating from low blood sugar and rage.”
“I’m not raging.”
“You have quiet rage. It’s worse.”
I pick up the granola bar and tear it open. “I’m tired.”
“Mm-hmm.” She sits in the chair across from me and looks at my open notebook. “That Lit with Lily?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes scan the list. “This looks like a second job.”
“It is a second job.”
“No, this looks like a second job that needs a staff.”
I take a bite and chew slowly.
Edie leans forward. “Uh-oh. I found the truth.”
“I don’t have a staff.”
“I see that. That’s why you look like this.”
“I look fine.”
“You look like your bed fought you all night.”
I laugh even though I don’t want to. “Stop it. My bed and I get along just fine.”
I take another bite of the granola bar, then look down at the list again. “Javonte leased me a studio.”
Edie’s eyes widen. “He did what?”
“A studio. For Lit with Lily.”
She sits back. “That’s big.”
“Yeah.”
“And judging by your face, not big in the fun way.”
I press the granola wrapper flat on my desk. “It was beautiful. He made sure it had everything I would need.”
Edie’s mouth opens.
“I know.”
“That sounds thoughtful.”
“It was.”
